Playing for keeps (for Fable and me)
 

name: Sam
age: 17
appearance: light, brown hair; green eyes; 1,70 m tall
character: a bit stubborn, clumsy, adorable but a tease

It was the worst scenario that ever could have happen to him. Because of his stupid brother, who just had to lose at his weekly poker sessions,he had to be maid of one of his stupid friends. So now Sam was standing in front of that same friend's, Patrick's, house. He ring the door bell and waited for someone to open him.

Patrick was deeply engrossed in a video game when the doorbell rang through the house loudly.
He frowned to himself and tossed the controller away, making an agitated growl.

Who the hell was ringing his door so late in the day!?
He folded his legs and scrunched up his face with thought.
It couldn't be his parents, they never called without announcing it first, nor was it the milkman, Christ he came in the morning!
The only other person he could think of was the pizza delivery guy, but he hadn't even ordered any pizza...
Bursting with curiousity Partick jumped up and ran to the window, looking down to see who waited there.
Squinting to make out the figure, he then struggled to recall who it was.
Some guy, about his age, with messy brown hair and cute green eyes.

Suddenly he recognised the visitor.
It was Connor's brother, the unlucky git who'd been bet off in a game of poker, a game Partick never lost. It had to be!

The red head leapt to his feet with a smirk and hastily made his way downstairs, taking two steps at a time.
When he got to the door he flung it open, and leaning on the door frame with a smug look he addressed the boy.
"Hey. Sam isn't it? Wow you're one unlucky guy he said with a chuckle. "But a bet is a bet. Come on in."

'Is that guy even there?' Sam thought as he waited and jumped from one to his other foot. "Whatever I leave." He said his mood as worse as it ever could get. He always had a bad temper but never before was he so pissed.
Sam was about to turn around and leave as he heard the door open and the same voice addressing him, that cheered all yesterday night.
He turned back around with a glare directed at that Patrick guy. Why did his brother have to have such idiot friends? "Hey! um....Look can't we just forget about it? You probably don't want me to be here anyways, now do you?" Sam replied not moving a tiny little bit. He wasn't really keen on going inside, especially as he saw the others expression. Sam would do everything in his might to not be that guy's maid. But somehow he had a feeling that something will go horribly wrong.